ELVIS’S FACE IS LOOMING OVER THE HORIZON, BUT ITS KNOWN-BY-HEART FEATURES ARE PARTIALY HIDDEN BY A SHRUB OF HEATHER AND THE BLUE SKY IS SPECKLED WITH tiny PURPLE FLOWERS. FURTHER IN THE DISTANCE, THE SEA SHIMMERS, AND THE HORIZON STRETCHES ITS SLIGHTLY CURVED LINE UNTIL ONE BEGINS TO WONDER ABOUT THE NAUSEA A FLY, or any other flying and buzzing organism MUST, SURELY MUST FEEL IN ITS LITTLE ANTRAILS UPON ITS ASTONISHED DISCOVERY OF THE EXISTENCE OF THE INFINITE SPACE. LET US SUPPOSE THEY IMMEDIATELY ERASE THE information and ALL THEY WILL REMEMBER AND CHERISH ARE THE CERULESCENT DIMENSIONS AND THE LOVINGLY CONTRASTING JET BLACK HAIR OF THE KING.

THE FLOWERS, THE SHRUB, THE LUMINOUS SPECKS OF DUST WHICH DANCE THAT ETERNAL CIRCLE OF GOD ARE SURELY NOTHING BUT EXTRA INFORMATION IN THE BRIEF LIFE OF A NEAR MICROSCOPIC WINGED CREATURE.